Junkyard Dog (12 page)

“I don’t give a shit,” I murmur, covering her lips
with mine.

Candy’s warm body slides against mine. Frenzied,
she wants to be closer, gluing herself to me.

“Angus,” she mumbles when I come up for air.

Her lips refuse to leave mine for more than a
second. I think of her kids upstairs and wonder if they’ll peek on us. As much
as I want Candy, I’m not looking for a quick fuck on the couch. I know her
better now. If I mess shit up with her kids, she’ll turn off her feelings toward
me.

“Stop,” I say, prying her off me.

“No,” she cries, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Candy is a tough woman, but I easily detach her
from me and set her on the couch.

“You need to get your shit in order,” I grumble as
if I’m not sporting a painful boner.

“We can do it here,” she says, tugging her shirt
over her head.

I take in the sight of her pink bra restraining
handfuls of soft flesh. My mind imagines what her nipples look like. I see them
pushing hard against the fabric, begging for my touch. I can already taste them
between my teeth.

“Not here. Your kids could walk down and see. Trust
me a boy’s greatest horror is seeing his mom getting banged.”

Candy smiles at my comment, but her eyes remain
dilated with lust. “We could go in the kitchen. Or the bathroom.”

“You’ve lost your damn mind,” I say, even if I’m
imagining Candy’s pussy splayed out on the kitchen island for me to feast on.

Her hands take one of mine and force me to cup her
tit. I squeeze without thinking. I know I need to stop, but I ache to tear off
her clothes and shove my cock deep inside her body.

“Please,” she murmurs while my thumb strokes her
fat nipple hiding behind the bra.

I kiss her as my free hand gropes her other tit.
I’m going to fuck her right here and worry about kids and consequences later.
My fingers pull aside the cup on her bra, just before I suck her tit into my
mouth. Her nipple grows harder against my teasing tongue.

I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my
life, but I force myself to let her go. Not quickly. Not easily, but I stop.

“No,” I say while nearly lunging away from her. “I
am not the bad guy fucking up your life. I’m the voice of fucking reason here.”

Candy stares at me with glazed eyes and rosy
cheeks. She wants me to fuck her so badly that I can even smell her arousal.
The musky scent calls to me, but I’m not a horny teenager or animal. I will
control myself.

“Get your shit together,” I demand again.

Candy lifts an eyebrow and then glances down at
where I’m stroking her still exposed nipple.

Rolling my eyes, I force my hands to leave her. She
doesn’t put her tit back in her bra. The woman is fucking killing me with her
inability to turn off her arousal. Voice of fucking reason or not, I’m minutes
away from tearing off her jeans and drilling my cock inside her.

“You need to put that away,” I say, gesturing
toward her tit still shiny from my tongue.

“You took it out. You put it away.”

I frown as mean as I can at her, but Candy is in a
state of arousal where her brain has left the building and is waiting for a
flight out of the country. I don’t know when it might return.

More carefully than when I yanked her tit free, I
return it to the cup. Then I take her shirt and slide it over her head. She
won’t help me with her arms, and I feel like I’m dressing an unwilling child.

“I’m leaving,” I say once she’s dressed.

“My shirt is on backward,” she mocks in a voice
filled with desire. “You should try again.”

“And you called me the devil,” I say, standing up
and hurrying out of the room.

I don’t even hear Candy, but she’s right behind me
when I open the door and embrace the cold night. Her fingers cling to my shirt.

“Tell me why?”

I cup her face and take in the sight of her
desperate expression. She really is an extraordinarily beautiful woman, and I
swear she gets better looking every day.

“You and I are complicated, but fucking like this
is simple. We don’t do simple, Candy. Now take a cold shower, and I’ll see you
at work tomorrow.”

A cold breeze brushes past us, and Candy wraps her
arms around her body.

“No cold shower for me. I’ll keep it steamy and
find relief,” she taunts, still hoping to get me to fuck her. “Good luck with
your hand.”

“You’re being a bitch.”

Candy gives me a wide smile. “Thank you, Angus.”

“For what?”

“Dinner and being sweet to my kids. Also for
getting me riled up and knowing when to leave me hanging. You’re not such a bad
guy.”

Candy says the words, but I don’t think she
believes the last few. She still worries I’m the man who’ll ruin her. While I
wouldn’t mind ruining her for all other men, destroying Candy isn’t an option.
I’m not a monster despite what my enemies claim.

A
wkward isn't a strong enough word for how I feel
when I arrive at work after my lust tantrum. I don’t know how Hayes will react.
He might taunt me or ignore what happened or try to fuck me on his desk.

As usual, Hayes is already working when I arrive. I
poke my head into his office and study him. His hair is still damp from an
early shower, and his soapy scent returns my body to lust mode.

Smiling casually, I ask, “Need any coffee?”

Hayes looks up from his laptop and stares blankly
at me. “Will you hump my leg like a dog if I say no?”

Rolling my eyes, I leave him to gloat. At my desk,
I try to concentrate, but Hayes looks too damn sexy in the morning.

I hear him get up from his chair, and the sound of
his boots against the hardwood floor mimics the banging of my heart. I pray his
gloating doesn’t last the entire day.

“Hey, horndog, get your coat, and we’ll eat
breakfast.”

I stand up and go to the door without looking at
him. Hayes takes one long step and ends up next to me.

“Don’t get shy now,” he teases, poking my back.

“I appreciate you not taking advantage of my
stupidity last night.”

“It’s not stupid to want this,” he says, strutting
ahead of me and showing off his ass. “There’d be something wrong with you if
you didn’t want a piece of this beefcake.”

Despite turning beet red, I laugh at how he struts
on the walk to the Waffle House. He opens the door for me, and I walk inside
feeling like an absolute fool.

Hayes doesn’t say anything more until we order. I
finally force myself to meet his gaze. I wish he didn’t look so fucking
handsome sitting next to me.

“I do appreciate you stopping us,” I say in the
most solemn voice I can manage. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a
man and clearly I was unprepared.”

Hayes nudges me. “Why are you so damn embarrassed
today? You’ve put me through the ringer since day one. Can’t I tease you a
little without you turning red and hiding your face?”

“I’m a sensitive woman.”

Hayes snorts. “Tell me one woman that isn’t
sensitive.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Women are full of drama.”

“You know what,” I mutter, glaring at him, “fuck
you. I have one moment of weakness, and you think that proves your stupid ideas
about my entire gender.”

“That’s the spunky bitch I’m accustomed to. Nice to
have you back.”

Smiling now, I lean my head against his shoulder.
“I never masturbate, but I did last night. Twice, in fact.”

Hayes narrows his eyes. “Damn, woman. How did we go
from me in control to you making me feel like a horny chump?”

“Your fault for showing me pity,” I say, batting my
eyes at him. “Now I’m back in the game.”

Hayes grudgingly smiles. “I jacked off three times
last night, so I think I win.”

“Yeah, but were you thinking of me every time?”

“Yep. You were a dirty girl in my head. I could
barely keep up with you.”

Beet red again, I laugh. “I’m lazy in bed. Not at
first, but I get bored and just go through the motions.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Don’t grab my hair during blowjobs,” I whisper. “I
panic when my hair is pulled and feel the urge to lash out. I’m sure your dick
would survive. Your tender balls probably not so much.”

Hayes studies me with his hypnotic, dark eyes.
“Well isn’t that something? My dick reacted positively to your threats.”

I pat his hand and sweetly gaze into his eyes. “I
know you’re worried about being vulnerable during sex, but I promise I won’t
hurt or scare you while we’re knocking boots.”

“Is that your version of sensitivity?”

“No, that’s me being seductive.”

Hayes grins. “If you keep up this shit, I’m taking
you somewhere private after breakfast and working off these calories.”

I hold his gaze and imagine finally knowing what
we’re like in bed. If it’s a train wreck, we can be friends. Or employer, employee.
If it’s great, we can be more. At this point, I don’t even care what more
means.

“Yes,” I say, answering a question he hasn’t asked.

Hayes studies me and then nods casually. He
understands what I want. No reason to discuss it further. We eat our breakfast
and talk about work. Hayes mentions a fire at a competitor’s restaurant
overnight. I know he wouldn’t mention someone else’s problem if he weren't
behind it. I smirk at his feigned concern.

“People need to know their place,” I say, mimicking
something Hayes has told me a million times in the short period I’ve worked
with him.

“I agree.”

We understand each other. While I didn’t
necessarily agree with burning down businesses or busting kneecaps, I admire
the way White Horse functions. The town lives under a dictatorship, but so do
most places. In Cincinnati, the wealthy and politically connected control the
city and leave the citizens to fend for themselves.

In the nearby Common Bend and Hickory Creek Township, obvious crime organizations control everything from elections to business
licenses. Hayes’s more subtle in many ways. Fairer maybe too, but he never bends.
His world is black and white. What he supports is on the side of righteousness
even if it involves putting troublemakers in their graves. What interferes with
his little utopia is evil and needs stomping.

I’m not naïve. I’ve seen how wealth controls power,
and power controls the lowly citizens. Hayes built his empire through fear but
also hard work and intelligence. He’s a benevolent dictator and a man I can’t
get out of my system.

H
ayes opens the Holiday Inn hotel room door and
waits for me to enter. I enter a standard room with a king-sized bed, dresser,
and desk. Nothing special about it, but this is where I’ll finally see if
Hayes’s sexiness is all in my head.

During the drive, he states, “I’m not using a
condom. If you get pregnant, I’ll get my heir.”

“What about the other worries condoms help with?” I
ask, feeling suddenly very nervous.

“Not a concern.” When I open my mouth, he
interrupts in a hard, arrogant voice. “I use them with other women. Never with
you.”

The thought of him with other women irritates me.
The thought of him viewing me as just another conquest irritates me. The
thought of how much I want Hayes and how little he might want me irritates me.
I’m a ball of pissed off bitch as I stand next to the bed.

Hayes says nothing about my frown or how I haven’t
set down my purse. He must know I’m grumpy. He should ask what the fuck is my
problem. He doesn’t because he doesn’t want to know.

Hayes stands over me, and I really take in his
height. He’ll squish me during sex. I bet he’s a selfish lover. I’ll probably
pull a muscle. I should just ask to leave.

His lips meet mine, and I lose my fucking mind. The
heat from his tongue sends shockwaves through my entire body, and I drop my
purse. Kicking it away, I grip his shirt and deepen the already hungry kiss.

I swear to myself my reaction isn’t personal. I’ve
simply gone too long without any passion in my life. Hayes understands the
rules. We’re only having fun. Sex doesn’t need to mean anything. Fucking can
just be fucking, and I very much want this man to fuck me.

I don’t remember yanking off my clothes. I might
have even torn my shirt to remove it faster. Hayes isn’t as overcome with lust.
He pulls off his shirt leisurely like we’re on vacation, and he has all the
time in the world.

My hands immediately go to his chest. I ache to
explore the hard muscles and thick, black hairs. Hayes lifts my chin and kisses
me again.

I forget about my hands and his chest. My brain
shuts down as the throbbing spot between my legs runs the show.

Hayes’s lips remain locked on mine while he leans
me back on the bed. My hands grip his shoulders. My hips wiggle wildly as my
legs try to ensnare him. Hayes takes my thighs and presses them down, pinning
them to the bed. I grunt in his mouth, and he nips at my tongue.

Pushing him away, I frown darkly. “What the hell?”

Hayes opens his mouth to say something. I even
sense he wants to tell me to shut the fuck up. He doesn’t speak, though.
Instead, his fingers stroke between my legs.

“Better,” I mumble.

Watching him through half closed eyes, I shiver as
his long, thick index finger slides along my slit. He switches fingers and uses
the wet one to tease my hard nipples.

Hayes tests and teases the flesh between my legs. I
swear he’s like a kid with a new toy.
What does this button do? How about
this lever?
Hayes wants to figure out my body, but I can’t understand his
hesitancy. My body is like every woman’s. The buttons and levers do the same
stuff.

I watch him until his gaze meets mine. He lifts an
eyebrow at my unasked question.

“I’ve been waiting to get you naked for weeks.
Don’t rush me, woman.”

His voice is soft, but his meaning remains clear.
He’s in the driver’s seat. I’m simply along for the ride.

I consider giving him a hard time about his
attitude, but his curious fingers are teasing me in just the right way.
However, if I were in charge, I’d no doubt have orgasmed by now. Then I could
rest lifelessly while he did his experimenting. Hayes is a slow ass driver on
this ride.

To prevent myself from angering the big bully, I
cover my mouth, close my eyes, and give myself a pep talk.
Just enjoy the
ride. Don’t think. Just feel.
It wasn’t as if I’m shocked Hayes is
controlling. This is his M.O. for everything. So I need to let him play and
stop being in such a rush.

Ooh, that right there feels exquisite.

Hayes’s lips find mine again, and I’m startled by
the heat behind them. None of the hesitancy I feel from his teasing fingers.
He’s a man on fire and I smile at his need.

“Angus,” I murmur when his lips leave mine.

Testing out his name, I say it again when he gives
my right nipple a lick. He then devours my nipple and areola, sucking
rhythmically until his name comes out as stuttering noises.

My body breaks out in sweat and goosebumps as he
sucks and sucks. His tongue bathes my nipple until I’m a whimpering mess. The
heat between my legs is unbearable, and I reach for my clit. Hayes pushes away
my hand and presses his fingers deep inside me. Groaning loudly behind my hand,
I lose control. Hell, I can’t even remember where I am. Hayes is completely in
control of my body now.

His rough knuckle strokes my sensitive clit, and I
explode. Never in my life have I come this hard and wildly. Right now, I’m all
raw nerves firing with pleasure.

Hayes uses his free hand to uncover my mouth.
Devouring my moans of pleasure, he kisses me while pumping his fingers into my
body. My arms wrap tighter around him. His skin is blazing hot, and I need to
feel him inside me.

I don’t think I actually say those words when our
kiss ends. Instead, I mumble incoherently.

Hayes takes his dripping fingers from my pussy and
brings them to my lips.

“Taste,” he commands, and I obey.

We lick his fingers clean and then he kisses me
again. Hot and demanding, he won’t let me breathe until I become an extension
of him. Settling into his tongue’s rhythm, I feel him move over me. Is he
naked? I hadn’t even noticed him take his pants off. Having lost all connection
with time, I don’t know if we’re going too fast or too slow. There is only
Angus Hayes.